"How long?" inquired the sergeant.
"Perhaps an hour, perhaps half an hour," was the reply. "I went to my bedroom."
The man on the floor twisted his head and regarded him narrowly.
"You done it!" he cried, fiercely. "You done it, and you want me to swing for it."
"That 'll do," said the indignant constable.
The sergeant let his burden gently to the floor again.
"You hold your tongue, you devil!" he said, menacingly.
He crossed to the table and poured a little spirit into a glass and took it in his hand. Then he put it down again and crossed to Burleigh.
"Feeling better, sir?" he asked.
The other nodded faintly.